#a lot of you watched the BAFTAs

[reloha]

[crowleysgirl56]

Updated with edits!

Timeline of the last 12 months 15 months of the Good Omens fandom.

July 2023 - Good Omens season 2 drops. Fans watch on the presumption this season is based on the sequel idea Terry and NG spoke of in the 90’s and 2006. Reactions are mixed but mostly positive. We’re happy with fluff. Initial thoughts: “I don’t see how this story could have been fleshed out into an entire novel, but I guess it was only ever just initial ideas, so I suppose that works.”

July 2023 - THE KISS.

Fandom reaction: NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

August 2023 - NG responds to fandom

NG: “Season 2 isn’t actually based on the idea Terry and I spoke about.”

Fandom: “What?”

NG: “Season 2 is just a bridging story to get us to season 3. That will be the story that Terry and I discussed.”

Fandom: “What!?”

NG: “Season 3 hasn’t been greenlit by Prime yet so we might not get it.”

Fandom: “WHAT?!”

NG: “Also I wrote the kiss that way by giving the fandom what you want without actually giving you what you want. So like, stop asking me for things or I won’t write them.”

Fandom: “AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!”

August to November 2023 - The fandom, now lost and depressed, mope through the halls of Tumblr and Reddit, desperately clinging to any piece of information dropped by NG, sharing fan art, creating headcanons and theories, and writing the angstiest of angst fanfiction ever written. Some weep in a corner mumbling about the South Downs. Most just trudge through their daily lives, listless and despondent.

December 2023 - Prime greenlights Good Omens Season 3.

Fandom: YES! OMG HOORAY! WAHOO! Dancing in the streets. Fanfiction turns to fluff and smut. NG is active and happy, answering many questions without actually answering them. Gives us the hilarious gift of Dottie and Sadie.

January 2024 - speculation of when season 3 filming will begin commences. Realisation that it could be quite a while starts to sink in. Actors and writers strike has caused delay to the scripts being written. David and Michael have taken on theatre work which will delay their filming schedules. Douglas McKinnon announces he’s stepping away as director. Fandom has slight freak out, but NG reassures everyone it’s nothing to worry about, and linked to the recent strikes.

Early to mid 2024 - “The invisible and unbreakable line that joins Crowley and Aziraphale”.

Fandom: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! We inevitably become even more feral. Much fanart is made.

March 2024 - David hosts the BAFTAs and Michael helps him during the opening. David is then nominated for TV BAFTA for Good Omens.

Fandom: OMG YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!! Much dancing and celebration is had once again. We are so in love.

May 2024 - filming schedule for GO season 3 is announced. It will commence January 2025. The fandom reacts.

Fandom: “That’s still so long away!” “Michael and David will have their hair dyed white and red for the awards season!” “Going by the previous production schedule this means season 3 won’t reach our screen until 2026! No!” “Cannot wait for this to start filming we are going to be so feral!” More fanfiction, more fanart.

June 2024 - David hosts Pub in the Park. Michael joins him.

Fandom: THEY ARE SO CUTE! HOW CAN THEY BE THIS CUTE, WE DON’T DESERVE THEM.

Early July 2024 - horrible allegations are laid against NG and the fandom comes to a terrible crashing halt. Much debate and discussion is had back and forth: “Believe the victims”. “Separate the art from the artist”. “Drop the fandom entirely”. “Step back for a moment”. There is a lot of arguing, but there is also still a lot of love. NG has fled all social media.

Late July 2024 - until it’s January, and the show actually starts filming, Good Omens season 3 has now become Schrödinger’s Series. It both now exists and doesn’t exist. Prime at any moment may pull the production due to the backlash against NG. The fandom now re-examines McKinnon’s departure speculating if he left for other reasons. We once again despondently trudge the halls of tumblr and Reddit feeling the same feeling of this time last year.

This section of the post was made in late July was this was original posted: And that pretty much brings us up to date. Anything could happen in the next six months, which is why I feel we’re all worried. It’s why I’m worried. So instead, keep sharing the art, keep writing the fanfiction, keep speculating with theories and headcanons. Let’s be here for each other. Because we created this fandom for each other. It doesn’t belong to NG anymore. Let’s do this for Terry. Personally, I can’t wait to come back to this timeline and add January 2025 - filming begins.

28 July 2024 - Michael Sheen, the absolute angel that he is posts a picture of his tartan socks clad feet alongside the caption “To our world”. Such a beautiful, beautiful man!

10 September 2024 - Amazon Prime announces production for season 3 is paused. Everyone loses their shit. There is much lamentations.

Unsubstantiated posts start circulating that the show is cancelled. People who have a friend whose cousin’s gardener’s former roommate claim they are involved with the production and therefore they KNOW the show is cancelled. More lamentations.

Amazon stays silent for EIGHT. FUCKING. WEEKS.

The fandom walk around in a god damn haze again akin to what August to December 2023 felt like. Will we be left with the final 15 forever?

Mid October 2024 - for about 3 days straight the fandom receives information that is akin to a rollercoaster of emotion. Head graphics designer Mickey tweets out a now deleted post that everyone is going back to Scotland. Then Peter Anderson Studio tweet out a now deleted post referencing the South Downs cottage. Then random casting company updates their subscription website advertising Good Omens: The Finale a TV movie. Entertainment website releases an article referencing this. The fandom LOSE. THEIR. SHIT. AGAIN. We honestly can’t take much more of this.

25 October 2024 - Amazon finally announces the news we’ve been half expecting half dreading with positive and negative ramifications. Neil Gaiman is gone. GOOD! Season 3 will still happen. GOOD! But now it’s just a 90 minutes finale. WAIT, WHAT, NO! But it could have been worse. It was a hairs breath away from being completely cancelled. GOD BLESS RHIANNA PRATCHETT AND ROB WILKINS.

It’s been a wild ride everyone. I’ve already posted earlier this morning (25 October 2024) my thoughts about the whole situation so go read that there. But for now? Gaiman is gone, and we get our ending.

For now here’s to seeing our boys with their red and white hair again.

[emilybeemartin]

A whopping, like, 2.6 people have expressed interest in my recent adventures in watching Bean films, which is all the encouragement I need to present to you:

An Incomplete Guide to Sean Bean Roles (Investigation Ongoing)

Our guy has a vast filmography, and I'm not even close to being halfway through it, but I've watched a lot of his significant ones in the past few weeks thanks to a perfect storm of illness, injury, and lapses in client work. Crucially, I have created superlatives for a variety of them and present them here for your benefit. Disclaimer: many of these films are violent! Or have butts and/or tits! Some have dick! Some have dated bits that didn't age well! So, if you have triggers or are watching with young viewers, do your research first! Also, these are just the opinions of one solitary millennial! Nothing is objective! Nothing is real! I care not!

Okay, CYA done, let's begin. I'll get the two most obvious ones out of the way up front, otherwise they'll dominate half the categories:

ACT I

Greatest Bean: Fellowship of the Ring. I've said it before and I'll say it again, he achieved more pathos with Boromir than a lot of his other roles have allowed for, and every note he hits just sings. No debate.

Best Bean for Your Buck: Sharpe. For the best confluence of quantity, quality, physicality, emotion, humor, and action, you can't beat Richard Sharpe.

Favorite Dramatic Bean: Time; he earned that BAFTA fr

Softest Bean: The first date scene in Stormy Monday, where Brendan shyly gets to know Kate, slow dances with her, lends her a shirt and strokes her back after she asks if they can just go to sleep instead of have sex.

Most Dashing Bean: Vronsky in Anna Karenina, that uniform cuts, damn

Swooniest Bean: I know I'm supposed to say Chatterley, and he is undeniably sexy as Mellors, but there are parts where his character is actually kind of off-putting. I'll lay a good chunk of the blame on the weirdly ominous score, the very of-the-time depiction of dubious consent, and Joely Richardson's tendency to look like she's having the worst time of her life while shagging the hot gamekeeper. No, I'm giving this category to Stormy Monday again. He's just so gentle and genuine in this one, without some of the obligatory "heartthrob" overtones of his nineties stuff. He never raises his voice at Kate or manhandles her. He really does feel like some kid who just wants to be sweet to his girlfriend.

Laddiest Bean: When Saturday Comes, specifically the strip club and bathtub scenes.

Favorite Sad Bean: As a collective, he has some great grief scenes in World on Fire, but! The railroad track scene in When Saturday Comes?! That was RAW.

Favorite Mad Bean: Black Death; there are plenty of movies where he doesn't smile at all, but unlike some others, his grimness and anger felt proportionate to the story, rather than just rage because he's good at rage.

Favorite Bad Bean: There are so many great Bean villains (Goldeneye, obvs), but I think my favorite is Patriot Games. Bonus points for all the different hairstyles he has in this film (long locks-shag-shag ponytail!-buzz-wet spiky buzz). Also HUGH FRASER AAAA

Favorite Dad Bean: Wolfwalkers, where Bill Goodfellowe literally turns his own convictions and beliefs upside-down in order to protect and support his daughter.

INTERMISSION

A note on GoT: I haven't watched it. When season one was first coming out, it was during a time where I really couldn't handle watching any kind of sexual assault onscreen, and while I have a higher tolerance now, I just... don't want to. I like seeing gifs of Ned Stark and appreciate that it's one of his great roles, but I just can't make myself take the plunge.

ilysm you grizzled dead wolf man

ACT II

Favorite Costumed Bean: Odysseus in Troy: curls, leather, thighs.

Favorite Un-Costumed Bean: He strips in quite a lot of his films, so let's give it to Lady Chatterley for sheer screentime, exertion, and the bonus of being naked and wearing a flower crown. Honorable mention to When Saturday Comes for the totally not homoerotic amount of butts and also dick in the locker room bathtub scene.

Hurtin'est Bean: Bravo Two Zero. Oof, don't watch this one if you have an aversion to seeing pain, although---you're a Sean Bean fan, and we all know one of his MOs is being GREAT at pain. This one was directed by Tom Clegg, who directed Sharpe. Also lol at the sickle-shaped wound on his shoulder, which is covering his 100% Blade tattoo (he gets a lot of sickle-shaped wounds on his left shoulder).

Best Inside References: The Frankenstein Chronicles, where he plays a former Peninsular soldier, and every reference to his service is a reference to Sharpe, including shots of his greenjacket, pistol, sword, and flogging scars. Honorable mention to The Martian for the Council of Elrond line.

Most Unsettling Bean: Cleanskin for moral grayness, The Frankenstein Chronicles for body horror

Most Inefficient Use of Bean: Black Beauty. Despite getting high billing he's only onscreen for about two minutes and I'm convinced the long shots are a body double. Criminal.

Biggest Missed Opportunity: We were robbed of a Sean Bean Odyssey. R o b b e d

Funniest Bean: Deploying Bean for comedy is woefully underused, but he made full use of his ~15 seconds in The Vicar of Dibley ("Spring" episode). He's also hilarious in Wasted, though I haven't watched the show, only the clips he's in on YouTube, where he plays a mock version of himself serving as a spirit guide for a stoner. IMO, though, Sharpe gives him the most room for humor.

Favorite Character Quirk: In World on Fire, when Douglas is having WWI flashbacks and really coming apart, he kept putting his hand to his mouth. My modern brain first read this as talking into a phantom radio, but of course that wasn't right, and then I realized--he was reaching for a phantom gas mask. CHILLS. AMAZING. (Honorable mentions to the Mouth Rub and the Tongue Thing [pictured above]).

Most Nostalgic Bean: National Treasure. The concept may be utter silliness, but you have to admit, this is a fun movie to watch.

Best Dismount from a Horse: Henry VIII, he goes pshwing out of the saddle

Best Swordplay: You may think there's no possible answer to this, but there is---two moments, specifically: the preparatory sword-spin he does at Balin's tomb just before the goblin attack in Moria, and the four lunges he does at 1:26:22 of Sharpe's Battle. It's just facts.

Prettiest Bean Film: Wolfwalkers, hands downnnn

Favorite Bean Death: All right, you knew we had to eventually end here. It's Boromir, obviously--- nothing tops that. But if we're looking at other roles, I think Patriot Games is my favorite, followed by Goldeneye.

So! That concludes this installment of Bean films, though I'll be continuing the labor, and I hope you will, too. What are your favorites?

[paigegonerogue]

If you’re not gonna watch the Last of Us HBO because you don’t like how Bella Ramsey looks, then fine, whatever, your life.

HBO, Craig Mazin, and the rest of the fans? They don’t give a shit that you’re missing out on a fantastic show and performance because you’re too shallow to care about something other than someone’s appearance.

The problem is when you insult a someone’s appearance online. It’s cruel and objectifying, and it’s even worse when it’s someone who isn’t even old enough to drink in the USA.

You genuinely forgot that they’re a real human being with feelings and a life, and that they don’t exist to cater to you. That says a lot about you as a person.

Being awful towards Bella doesn’t make you special or opinionated. It doesn’t make you a bigger fan of the games. It doesn’t make you seem smart or cool or edgy. It just makes you seem like what you are: an asshole.

Listen to me when I say this: The Last of Us is a huge show and you being a dick isn’t gonna change the fact that it was one of the most viewed and best shows of 2023, and that the same thing is probably gonna happen in 2025. So go cry in a corner because they won’t recast an incredible BAFTA, Emmy, and Golden Globe nominated actor. We don’t care. We’ll be enjoying a great show with a great cast of real humans who look like humans instead of carbon copies of digital avatars or supermodels, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

[shennant]

No but seriously imagine it:

Your watching the TV BAFTAs on May 12th. Everyone is having a great time. David Tennant wins for his comedic performance as Crowley in Amazon prime’s Good Omens. David gets on the stage. He seems a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” David says. All of a sudden Michael comes out and says, “We are in a polyamorous relationship!” Lights flash everywhere, and they start kissing with a lot of tongue right there on the stage. Like a lot of tongue. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto the stage and kiss, holding an “RPF is fine” flag.

[tens-girl]

Finished Rivals… have things to say…

Spoilers obvs ——>

Eeeeeeeeekkkkkk!

If you go into this show knowing it’s gonna be big, bold, brash, and unapologetic about being those things, you’ll have a great time!

The hair, the costumes, the music (oh god, the music - who stole my playlist?!), the cast - just everything is dialled up to 200% and if you dare to question ‘is it good though?’ it just shrugs and cuts to another sex montage.

Let’s be honest, I came (ahem) for David Tennant, but honestly, I stayed for so much more. He is brilliant of course, he always is, and his ability to capture the exact centre of a Venn diagram of pathetic and evil is unmatched - nobody does it like he does. He draws sympathy for a truly awful character, and certainly made me headbutt a wall a few times wondering how Tony kept making such terrible decisions. (Also if someone could supply a montage of him shouting fuck with full passion I’d be very grateful) - as he got more pathetic I honestly couldn’t resist him. His destruction of the Declan set is one of the most laughably pathetic things I’ve ever seen and I was almost crying watching it.

Meanwhile, they’re bending over backwards to make us like Rupert and I just can’t do it. He also makes lots of terrible decisions (mostly with his dick of course) and for me it undermines the apparent ‘he loves Taggie’ thing. I just wish he’d go home and play with his dogs.

(Also Gertrude is my favourite character, just the best dog!)

Shout out to Victoria Smurfit who knocks it out of the park as Maud - she has some of the best line deliveries in the whole show, particularly as she prepares to leave for London and resume her career.

But honestly, my heart belongs to Freddy and Lizzie. If you’d told me I’d be grinning with happiness, with tears in my eyes, for a sex scene between Danny Dyer and Katherine Parkinson before I started watching this, I’d have called a doctor for you, but that’s the truth. They are spectacular and I adored them. I’ve never been a fan of Danny before, but he completely seduced me here, and I already loved Katherine (IT Crowd fans in our house) - but between them, they supplied the real ‘rooting for them’ heart of the series. I want to see them together in everything now!

Back to DT - the top tier irony of having his character win his first BAFTA and then have him clubbed over the head with it… priceless, and I personally suggest the academy honour him with a long overdue nod for this role simply in order to see him receive it with trepidation in case he gets bludgeoned with it. It even beat the joyous irony of Tony being all true blue and Tory after… well everything that went down this summer!

(Also, the way Tony passed the award to Cameron as they collected it made me think that if David had won this year for Crowley, he’d have absolutely asked Michael up on stage to give it to him because Aziraphale should share it)

And lastly… Love is a Battlefield is an excellent song, but I will never be able to listen to it again now. Oh pathetic-evil DT characters, please stop wobbling my moral compass (sorry, I’m writing Kilgrave fanfic right now so I’m all over the place in terms of right and wrong)

Anyway, it was great fun and I’ve told everyone to watch it, 80s references bingo cards at the ready!

[asoulwithadream]

Right!

This may be a Doctor Who spoiler, since it's a theory that could spoil a potential plot point, so read at your own risk. But if you like being delusional, keep reading.

I NEED EVERYONE ON THIS EARTH TO WATCH THIS VIDEO RIGHT NOW. AND FOLLOW @ jeopardyfriendly ON TIKTOK

For those who can't, I'll summarise the points here: Essentially what Hazel (the OP) is theorising is that ROSE TYLER IS COMING BACK.

We've all noticed a lot of RTD references and ideas being reused in the specials and the old series, right? What was the first ever reference in the Star Beast? "ROSE, ROOOOSE"

In the Giggle, the Toymaker used ROSE petals

Allegedly, the store at the beginning of the Christmas episode with that big inflatable snowman is Henrik's. And who worked at Henrik's? ROSE TYLER

Hazel pointed out that Ruby Sunday and Rose Tyler also share a few things in common: - 19 years old - Bleach blonde - Working class - Parent(s) she never knew - Four letter first name beginning with 'R' that means something usually red.

They also make a few other visual points about costumes that are similar and so what, as well as episodes that correlate with similar ideas from his old runs.

But it may just be RTD reusing ideas, right? It could be, or it could just be him making us think that, because why would he reuse the idea for Mickey's band for Ruby, right? No reason, right?

Now, here comes the exciting part. We do not know who Ruby's MOTHER is. We know that there is something special with Ruby, that doesn't make sense. We also have been hinted about the Doctor and Ruby's mother having some form of connection. The changing memory plot and the pointing definitely alludes to the mother being someone we know.

She's important. Now, let me ask you this, repeating what Hazel has so eloquently put:

Who in the Whoniverse had a baby girl. ROSE. FUCKING. TYLER. AND TENTOO.

The underlying theory is that: Rose Tyler is coming back, she's the secret mother of Ruby Sunday, and Ruby is the Doctor's pseudo-daughter.

There is a reason they're connecting so quickly, there's a reason they're so similar, there's a reason that in this Universe they unwillingly sought each other out.

I may be delusional for believing in this, I may just be raising my hopes up for no reason, but IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES.

(And it didn't help that Billie Piper accessorised herself with ROSES for the BAFTAs.)

**OBSERVATIONS BY ME: Parents, I've noticed that's a theme. With the space babies, and Ruby, and in Boom. Parents.... Parentage....

[martinsharmony]

(Shennant content)

OK so my good friend is a massage therapist. I built her website and she pays me in massages. I'm 100% fine with that. Anyway, I've been bugging like all my friends to watch Good Omens (of course). She is the only one WHO HAS ACTUALLY WATCHED IT. She loved it but I don't see her getting the brainrot but she did enjoy it and even told someone else she knew who was a David Tennant fan to watch.

She is bisexual so today while I was getting my massage we were talking about some of the Queer themes within the show. How the show is an allegory to the world at large for the Queer community, the fact that there are so many non binary characters etc.

I've been hyperfixating on David so of course I mentioned him and that I've been trying to watch everything he's been in. And as such I also mentioned the fact that he's hosting the BAFTAs this weekend. Then we started talking about Michael and how good of an actor he is and other things she's seen him in etc.

She mentioned that she saw them both in an interview....and she asked me if I thought they were...you know....involved???

I was astounded. She only watched a couple of interviews. She knows nothing about their personal lives. She doesn't have the BrainRot. She saw these interviews and asked me if I thought they were involved with each other. She said the way they looked at each other is what made her think that.

I said (while trying to contain myself) that a lot of us think so. The fact that she picked up on that after such a brief foray into their little world frankly astounds me. I explained the "jokes" that their partners have put online to put some sort of narrative in place and how I believed it was to allow them to hide in plain sight.

Here I was thinking I might be a little delusional (but I didn't care) because I'm so steeped in it. In them. Every day. It fills my waking thoughts. But here is someone who suspects with with the tinyest introduction to it. I may not be delusional after all.

Aside from being thrilled about all of that in general I'm also thrilled that I actually have someone in real life to talk to about this.

[asgoodeasgold]

Matthew Goode "has that fire behind the eyes"

Incredible praise for the performances in Freud's Last Session, particularly Matthew Goode, in this interesting podcast about the film (link below). I must listen to their podcast about The Offer because they loved Matthew as Bob.

I have extracted the most interesting bits from the transcript (that is, the MG bits 😆).

I do agree with them Matthew is at par with the great and the good and that he was snubbed by awards more than once (but I think it's more than twice!).

I love that they have picked up on his non-verbal communication. I love that quote "fire behind the eyes"!

Interesting they think his lack of visibility despite the brilliant acting is because he is in a crowded field (many good actors in his generation). I think it's a bit more complicated than that, a confluence of circumstances and choice perhaps 🤔

📷 Freud's Last session (2023) stills from Sharmill Films

Freud's Last Session, A Discussion | Cinema: A to B (August 2023)

I felt like the acting was operating at a higher level than the source material.

2.46 Amazing neither of these guys got any sort of other nominations for acting and I'm not talking about necessarily Academy Awards but I'm talking like maybe baftas or something else. I think is kind of a shame frankly this is like the second thing I've seen mat Matthew Gooden that he was completely like ignored via nomination

3:35 … the acting's tremendous.

5:11 Watching two masters work and I'm going to use that with Matthew good I've seen him now on enough stuff and how he can change and how he and he holds his own with Anthony Hopkins I did not feel it was like Anthony Hopkins was at this level and Matthew good was at this level or what like you know low that was a little bit lower or whatever like they're equal like they are it's a nice repertoire or you know reper of the two of them going back and forth and I'm just super impressed

5:40 I mean obviously we talked about the offer already I think he was amazing as Bob Evans like really just changed his entire personality to really mimic Bob Evans and here he's nothing like it he's very reserved very intelligent very academic like he really pulls that off I mean Matthew good I really feel like is one of those like that unknown I want to say like the poor man's Benedict Cumberbatch but only in the sense of the Poor Man's because he's not as well known as Benedict Cumberbatch like he's got that acting chops of Cumberbatch he should be playing roles that Cumberbatch isn't heck he's been in movies that Cumberbatch is in imitation game …he held his own there I mean so Matthew good is amazing and it as so fun to watch him

14:13 Freud just wears his emotions on his sleeve and then good is really great at having that restrained but that fire burning behind the eyes which is something that he did so well in um The Watchmen yeah so really spot-on casting

14:31 I mean yeah and he he was able good was able to like internalize a whole lot of that but yet still like you said kind of show it Through The Eyes through the facial features of Lewis's has great respect for Freud

16:44 Matthew's like holding his own and countering properly and yeah they're they're good they're good together

16:52 I'm excited to see what Matthew does what what he goes on to do to see if he starts getting some bigger roles and more important stuff I mean he does have a small body not I don't know small is the the right word for it I know he does have a body of work already but it's not as robust as Hopkins you know and it definitely hasn't the same trajectory as Hopkins did yeah and he I think he lost out roles that went to Christian Bale yeah I can see that or like Bale's a little older but I just looked up Matthew was born in 78 so I think it's kind of just a circumstance you know luck of the draw kind of thing yeah cuz he reminds me quite a bit of Bale the way he kind of moves and Carries himself and the British actor that that category is kind of crowded with like really good actors I mean if you look guys like born in the 70s like mid to late like that's just a ton of them it's super crowded so I think he's run into some of that yeah and there's I mean obviously there's only so many roles and people.

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

So... because @arwamachine 's fic Full Mount is so inspiring (no, honestly, go read it if you haven't!!), I made this little thing.

(And I had to watch a lot of pics of MMA fighters wearing pretty much nothing. I settled for Conor McGregor's upper body from like 2013, Conor McGregor's (much more muscular) legs from more recent days and Martin's head from the BAFTAs this year. 😇)

Excuse me, while I drool a bit on my monitor. (As usual, click for full size.)

Tagging a few people who might appreciate the visual 😉

@discordantwords @whatnext2020 @cemm1966 @thetimemoves @helloliriels (Does that count as a gift for Arwa?)

[sgiandubh]

The Couple Next Door - a very, very short overview and my 50 cents, in the process

With as little spoilers as possible. My first plan was to make a post per episode, but I quickly realized that would be useless (so much talking, already, plus a very plethoric press ) and risky (the more you write about it, the less able you are to avoid spoiling it and no, that is not this page's editorial line). You will have to do with this short review, instead.

This is the story of a botched swinger coupling experiment, somewhere in the middle of a non-descript, Truman Show-esque Midlands suburbia. Where nothing is what it seems to be and curtains always flutter for a reason. Adjacent storylines complement this sexy & risqué core, which I personally found more interesting than S puffing and panting on top of Tomlinson. Corruption, life crisis situations, lost late pregnancies, a hidden child, bigot parents looking not unlike Grant Wood's American Gothic odd couple (especially the mother, enough spoiling it), voyeurism and privacy violations - this is a LOT to take in. With a bit more tact when it comes to script writing (sometimes things are really in your face and almost didactic: never a good thing), it could have been BAFTA material. It is not, and no, Disgruntled Tumblrettes - not because of S, but because of numerous plot holes, useless plot devices that could have been gags but totally miss the mark (walking little old lady, anyone?) and an overall superficial approach. It's like trying to cram half a dressing into a carry on: burst at the seams it will or you will end up with odd bits and pieces that do not necessarily make sense.

So if you set your bar very high or are poised to watch it in contempt, this is not going to be fun at all. If you have no expectations and also no idea about the rest of the cast, you will find it interesting and enjoyable. I personally think Enoch is a perfect cast, as is the very intelligent Jessica de Gouw: she knows how it's done and she knows where and especially when to stop. Tomlinson, eh - not so much. I have zero idea about how she fared in Poldark, but here I found her inattentive, formulaic and totally cliché. She has some good intuitions, but she fails to deliver, especially at the end. So, that's a 4/10 for me.

Now for S, as I am sure you are all interested to know. After all, this is why I even bothered watching and getting a paid VPN for it. I will say only this: there is a before Episode 3 and an after Episode 3, by far superior. You'll get my point when you watch it. It's not OL, but thank Heavens, it's not Where the Starlight Ends, either. With all the indulgence in the world, I'd say 8,5/10 - not his fault, the script was brutal to Danny ('Take a good look' is a major, MAJOR eyeroll and it did make me spit my Coke). Also, that intergalactic arse makes it on screen for about 5 minutes, which is nothing- so long for Mordor's honest reviews. Last but not least: he tried, bless his heart, to help Eleanor, but to no avail. Sorry.

The most interesting secondary storyline is Alan's, by far. The press shite - meh, that was there just to give Enoch's character a job, I suppose. And the child - it left me completely hungry and there was definitely room for more.

Rewatch? Christ, no.

Overall? a solid 7/10.

Recommend? not to my mum, but to my best -offline shipper- friend, for sure. She'll watch for S and we'll cackle over the phone.

Potential springboard? I hope so, but he still needs a real, well written role. This is decently good, but still not good enough to showcase what I know he is perfectly able to deliver.

Home eye candy takeaway? Oh, come on, the one involving this item:

I mean, what is more sexy than a bear of a man carrying a washing machine like I would carry my purse?

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 41: YOU ARE MINE!

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Extreme Smut

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

It was around 4 o’clock in the afternoon when you arrived at the BAFTAs and the glitz and glamour were overwhelming.

The red carpet was buzzing with excitement, celebrities strutting their stuff and paparazzi flashing their cameras. And there you were, a timid young woman caught in the whirlwind of fame as Cillian Murphy's new girlfriend.

“I think I am going to be sick, Cill! There are too many people here,” you told Cillian as he helped you out of the car.

“You will be perfectly fine. I promise,” Cillian reassured you and your heart pounded with each step you took while anxiety coursing through your veins. People around you whispered, their eyes glued to the stunningly handsome man holding your hand - Cillian himself. Some were calling his name and some were simply yelling “here” seeking his attention.

His deep blue eyes met yours, filled with adoration and confidence. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, reminding you that he chose you, age difference be damned.

As you made your way down the red carpet, you noticed Kit, Cillian's assistant, shooting you daggers filled with envy as all three of you were led through the security gates.

And then there was Kim McGhee, the attractive reporter you had heard so much about. She had that sultry gaze, hoping to catch Cillian's attention. She sauntered up to him during an interview and attempted to flirt shamelessly, all while shooting dark glances in your direction.

Your mouth went dry as you watched the interaction. Insecurity gnawed at your mind, making you doubt yourself. What did Cillian see in you, after all? But just as doubt threatened to consume you, Cillian pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist, effectively silencing your internal turmoil while speaking to the interviewer, answering all of her weird questions.

A spark of confidence flickered within you as Cillian, ever the gentleman, deflected Kim's advances with charm and grace, his focus unwaveringly fixed on you. The way he held your hand, kissed your cheek, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear spoke volumes. His actions were a declaration to the world that he belonged to you, and even though this display of affection took place in front of several cameras, it gave you a good amount of confidence.

In the end, Kim McGhee thanked Cillian for his time, and you all wandered on.

But the attention didn't stop there. Everywhere you turned, women stared at Cillian—and not just because he was a talented actor. His captivating aura and undeniable magnetism drew eyes like moths to a flame. You felt overwhelmed, shrinking beneath the weight of their scrutiny.

"Cillian, can we get a picture?" a fan called out, flashing a camera in his face. Your heart sank, knowing that this was just the tip of the iceberg. The constant stream of attention was difficult for you, a shy and reserved soul who preferred the comfort of solitude, and you decided to take a break from this as you were feeling overwhelmingly sick.

Cillian glanced at you, understanding etching lines into his handsome features. He took a step back, his expression determined. "One moment, babe," he said gently before planting a kiss on your temple. "I'll be right back,” he said and, in turn, you told him that you would meet him inside.

“Okay. Don’t get lost,” he teased before he disappeared into the swarm of admirers and, five minutes later, you found solace in the still-empty bathroom stalls.

Your nausea was overwhelming now, and you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and reminding yourself that you were worthy of his love.

But no matter how much you tried to calm yourself, the uneasiness in your stomach continued to rise. Suddenly, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You instinctively rushed towards the nearest toilet stall and barely made it in time before your body expelled its contents.

In that moment, all the glamour and chaos of the BAFTAs disappeared. All you could focus on was the discomfort and embarrassment of being sick in such a public place. Tears welled up in your eyes as you flushed the toilet, feeling utterly humiliated.

As you emerged from the stall, your face flushed and your eyes puffy, you found Cillian waiting just outside the restroom. His concerned expression quickly changed to genuine worry as he saw your state.

"Kit mentioned that you were in there for a while. Are you okay?" Cillian rushed towards you, his voice filled with concern. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his warmth offering a small comfort amidst your distress.

Cillian held you tightly, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. "Shh, it's alright. Let's get you to somewhere not so crazy," he whispered soothingly.

You nodded, grateful for his presence and support, as Cillian guided you to a secluded area away from the buzzing crowd. He found a quiet corner near a wall, away from prying eyes, and helped you sit down on a comfortable chair.

"Take your time, babe. Just breathe," he said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. He pulled out a water bottle from his pocket and handed it to you. You took small sips, trying to calm your stomach and regain your composure.

Cillian knelt down in front of you, his gaze filled with love and concern. "Do you want me to call for some help? Maybe a doctor?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You shook your head, grateful for his concern but not wanting to make a scene. "No, I'll be okay. I just need a moment," you replied, your voice still shaky.

He stayed by your side, comforting you with his presence. His gentle touch and soothing words helped to calm your racing heart. Eventually, the nausea subsided, and you began to feel more like yourself.

"Feeling any better?" Cillian asked, his voice laced with genuine care.

You nodded, managing a small smile. "Yes, much better now. Thank you," you replied, appreciating his support more than ever.

Cillian squeezed your hand gently. "You don't have to thank me, babe. Taking care of you is my priority. Always," he said sincerely.

As the minutes went by, you regained your strength and composure. Cillian helped you stand up and walked you back towards the main event. He kept a protective arm around you, shielding you from the prying eyes and ensuring you felt safe.

Eventually, though, he was led away again by some reporters and you were stuck with Kit who couldn’t help but make a joke.

“Maybe you shouldn’t stay past your bedtime tonight. It will make you feel worse,” she chuckled, referring to your young age.

You shot a cold glare at Kit, feeling a wave of anger rise within you. How dare she make light of your vulnerability in such a humiliating situation? Your eyes narrowed, and your voice dripped with venom as you responded, "Maybe if you focused on minding your own business instead of obsessing over my relationship with Cillian, you wouldn't feel the need to make petty jokes."

Kit's face paled, her eyes wide with shock as your words hit her like a slap in the face. It was clear that she hadn't expected such a fierce retaliation. She stammered, trying to regain her composure, but you cut her off with a forceful gesture.

"Save it," you seethed. “Your jealousy is really embarrassing,” you told her firmly and Kit's face twisted, her jealousy dripping from every word that came out of her mouth.

“My jealousy, huh?” Kit asked. “I am not jealous, Love, I am just realistic. I am older, more experienced, and I can give him more than you can," she spat, her voice filled with venom.

Your blood boiled at her audacity and you stood your ground, refusing to let her tear you down. "Is that what you think? That your age and experience make you superior?” you challenged, your voice rising with each word.

Kit's eyes narrowed, her anger fuelling her response. "Yes, Y/N. I know what he needs, what he deserves. He shouldn't waste his time with someone like you, someone who can't handle the pressure and embarrasses him in public," she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain and, for a moment, you wondered if Kit's words held any truth and if your insecurities were justified. But then, like a beacon of light, Cillian emerged from the sea of people, making his way towards you.

His arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, his soothing voice reaching your ears. "Sorry I took so long babe,” he told you and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, letting it wash away your worries. "It's okay," you mumbled, fingers clutching at the fabric of his suit jacket.

“I know I have to share you sometimes,” you then joked and Cillian chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“I love you,” he admitted right in front of his assistant as he took a step back, his eyes searching yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

“I love you too, but we should probably find our seats now, right?” you asked and Cillian nodded before gesturing for you and Kit to come along.

***

The night continued, the BAFTAs unfolding around you like a grand theatre production. Awards were won, and speeches were made, but the only thing that truly mattered to you was the man holding your hand, supporting you in the midst of it all.

As the ceremony drew to a close and Kit returned to the apartment, you found yourselves in the embrace of a warm after-party. The music thumped through your veins, the laughter and chatter melding together in a symphony of celebration. You clung to Cillian, your anchor in this sea of unfamiliarity.

Throughout the evening, you found yourself surrounded by women staring at him, their gazes filled with longing and desire. It made you feel small and insignificant. But Cillian was quick to remind you that you were his, kissing you at every opportunity, a silent declaration to the world.

Finally though, and unable to withstand the suffocating atmosphere any longer, you made a decision. It was time to leave the BAFTAs, to escape the glitz and glamour that had become a prison for your fragile heart.

You whispered your intention to Cillian, his eyes filled with concern as he agreed without hesitation. He knew the toll it was taking on you. Together, you slipped away from the vibrant chaos of the after-party, stealthily making your way towards the exit.

As you emerged into the cool night air, you hailed a taxi, welcoming the solitary moment to catch your breath. The glowing city lights blurred past you, a reminder of the surreal whirlwind you had just experienced.

In the silence of the taxi, you couldn't help but ponder the events of the evening. The grandeur of the BAFTAs seemed so distant now, as if it existed in a different reality. But through it all, the memory of Cillian's unwavering presence remained a beacon of unwavering love amidst the chaos.

Arriving back at the hotel, you stepped out of the taxi, grateful for the escape from the external pressures that had threatened to overshadow your connection. As you turned to Cillian, he gently took your hand, his eyes filled with understanding and tenderness as you made your way back to the apartment you had rented within the complex, and which you shared with Cillian’s assistant Kit.

When you arrived, however, it appeared as though she had already gone to bed. The light was on in her room, cracking through the gap beneath her door and, after what happened at the BAFTAs with her earlier that night, you reminded yourself of what your best friend Emma had told you in the past, about marking your territory.

With this in mind, you immediately pulled Cillian closer towards you, right after you had both taken off your shoes. 

Your lips brushed against his as you whispered softly, "Let's go into the bedroom," with just enough force to make him know that you wanted to have sex, rather than go to sleep. 

Cillian hesitated momentarily, glancing at the open door leading to Kit's room before looking back at you. There was a mixture of nervousness and concern on his face, perhaps a bit of fear of being caught.

You smiled reassuringly, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the bedroom. "She won't hear us. I will be quiet. I promise," you lied confidently before you walked towards your bedroom.

"Despite, I really need you to fuck me in that suit of yours. It looks so fucking sexy on you," you whispered, reaching up to touch his clothed chest, untying the top of his shirt and thereby exposing some of his chest hair.

"You want me to wear my suit while we have sex?" Cillian ought to confirm, chuckling slightly. His breath hitched, and he leaned in, kissing you deeply. The air was filled with the scent of his cologne mixed with your desire.

"Yes," you said before, on the way to your bedroom, pushing down your dress and leaving it lay around on the floor, thereby purposely leaving a message for Kit when she wakes up. 

After you entered the bedroom, you discarded the last piece of your clothing and pushed Cillian onto the bed. 

"You know that literally every second woman was staring at you tonight?" you then murmured, running your hands along his torso and down to his groin in a possessive kind of way.

"I think you are imagining things, babe," Cillian groaned in response just as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You fumbled around with Calvin Klein briefs and then his cock sprang forth, hardening in anticipation. 

"I don't, Cillian. It's true. But, you are mine and, God, you are already so fucking hard for me," you moaned loudly in approval before you took his hands and placed them upon your own breasts, letting him feel your nipples responding to his touch. Your heart raced faster, your skin flushing with arousal.

"Are you being jealous?" he chuckled breathlessly, his fingers massaging your breasts gently, circling around your nipples as if wanting to savour this sensual moment.

"Maybe a little,”  you moaned, grinding your body against his, seeking the warmth of his flesh. 

"You have no reason to be," Cillian barely managed to say as your bodies intertwined and you could hear the rustling of his clothes. The texture was rich, smooth, and inviting.

"Cillian," you whispered softly, feeling the heat of his breath on your neck, sending tingles down your spine. "Tell me how much you want me," you demanded with a hint of authority, pulling away slightly to give him space to speak.

His face turned bright red, and he stammered, "I want you so fucking much," Cillian confirmed, watching you intently. 

You laughed softly, appreciating his honesty. "Good," you said, stroking his cheek affectionately.

"Now tell me, how much do you want my pussy?" you asked playfully, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. You couldn't help but feel the power surge through your veins, knowing that you were turning him on so much. His eyes fluttered closed, and his lips parted slightly.

"So fucking much babe," he groaned as you massaged his cock. His voice sounded raw and desperate. "Fuck, I want you to ride me," he then begged, and you smirked.

"Oh, I plan to," you teased, moving to straddle him. "But first, I want to you to make me cum with your mouth," you determined before climbing upwards. 

"Will you do this for me? Will you let me sit on your face and make me cum?" you asked, leaning forward, allowing Cillian to look into your eyes. He didn't hesitate even for a second, nodding fervently.

"Of course, baby," he gasped excitedly just as your tongue danced across his earlobe, making him shiver. You felt empowered in this moment, taking control of his arousal.

"Bring your pussy up here," he said, his voice strained with desire and, seductively, you adjusted your position. You complied, positioning yourself directly above his eager face. Cillian's eyes bore into yours, a mix of awe and longing visible in his gaze. You could see the raw hunger and eagerness in his eyes, making your knees weak.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his face, feeling the cool air caress your wet folds. You let out a soft moan, revelling in the feeling of his hot breath on your most sensitive parts.

"Go on then. Make me cum all over your face, Cillian" you groaned and, immediately, Cillian pulled you down on to his waiting lips.

"Oh my fucking god yes. Just like this," you moaned as you could feel the warmth emanating from his nose and his tongue, causing a wave of pleasure to cascade through your body. Cillian's expertise with his tongue was evident, using gentle flicks and suction to build up pressure inside you.

In turn, you began to use your hands to explore his head, running your fingers through his dark hair, feeling the texture and thickness of it. This simple act sent another wave of arousal coursing through your body, heightening your awareness of his touch.

"More! Fuck!" you cursed out loud, your body shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure. Your moans grew louder as each movement of his skilled tongue sent new waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much to bear, leaving you trembling and aching for more.

The rhythmic movements of his tongue continued, and soon, you found yourself edging closer and closer to the precipice of release.

You gripped his hair tightly, arching your back, pushing yourself deeper into his face. Your orgasm was imminent, and the building pressure threatened to consume you whole.

You cried out in ecstasy, finally succumbing to the powerful waves of pleasure crashing through your body. As your cries filled the room, you could feel Cillian's satisfaction as well. You remained locked together, still entwined as your breath returned to normal.

"Oh, my god," you breathed out, staring down at him.

The sight of Cillian's face covered in your essence was an unexpected thrill for you both. You gently pulled away from his face, admiring his features and how satisfied he looked. "That was incredible," you confessed, unable to hold back a smile.

Cillian grinned proudly, pleased with himself. 

"I know. I love you taking charge babe, but what has gotten into you tonight, using me like this?" he asked, nuzzling your cheek.

You laughed softly, "I don't know. You brought that out of me, Cillian. I am sorry," you reluctantly said, cheeks blushing.

"Don't apologise babe. You can sit on my face any day. You know how much I love eating you out," Cillian said, stroking your cheek affectionately.

"I am glad you do, and I think as though it is time for me to repay the favor now," you smirked, grabbing his hand and guiding it downward and away from your face in order to adjust your position again. 

Cillian's cock throbbed, his breath quickened, and he moaned softly as you began your journey down his body.

"Tell me what you want, Cillian," you ordered with a playful edge to your voice, unbuttoning his shirt and trailing your lips down the curve of his abdomen. He groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

"Anything, sweetheart," he replied, his voice heavy with desire. "Just take me."

Your hands travelled south, drawing circles around his rock-hard erection again, feeling the weight of it in your palms. He bucked his hips in response, urging you onward.

"Tell me where you want my mouth," you insisted, teasing him some more.

"I want your mouth wrapped around my cock" he groaned just before you captured his length between your lips and wrapping your tongue around it, applying just enough suction to elicit a deep moan from him.

You smiled, slowly moving your mouth down his shaft, and taking him into your mouth. You could feel his muscles tensing beneath your lips, and the grip on your hair increasing. You used your tongue to swirl around the head of his cock, eliciting more moans from him.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into your hair. You continued your ministrations, taking him deeper into your mouth and occasionally sucking on him.

He bucked his hips, seeking release, but you held him firmly in place. "Not yet, baby," you whispered, removing your mouth from his cock. "Let me take care of you," you promised, sliding your hands down his thighs.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Pull down your pants some more. I need better access," you told him, knowing very well that, after tonight, his $4,000 suit may need a good dry clean. 

Cillian complied with your request, and you knelt between his legs, your fingers delved into the soft, warm skin of his inner thighs, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Gently, you spread his legs further apart before you delved back down, engulfing his cock while your hands took hold of his ass.

"What are you...?" Cillian began to ask as you paused for a moment, you raised your eyes to meet his, watching as his pupils dilated with desire.

"Shh," you merely said before taking his length back into your mouth while caressing his ass-cheeks at the same time.

One of your fingers then slipped between his ass cheeks, finding his entrance already wet with your saliva as you continued to bob your head on his cock. You pleasured his erection with your tongue while, slowly, inserting one of your wet fingers into his tight hole, catching Cillian by surprise.

Cillian groaned loudly, his hips jerking towards you involuntarily. You held him steady, your finger finding his prostate, eliciting another moan from him. He was quickly losing control, his breath coming in short gasps as your fingers moved in and out of him.

Your lips brushed against his balls, then further down, causing him to shudder in anticipation, before returning to his length.

You slowly began to deepen your penetration, pushing one finger in and out. His moans grew louder, filling the room with their echo. There was no doubt that, by now, Kit could hear everything and this, itself aroused you. 

As your finger moved in and out of him, you simultaneously took him into your mouth once more, alternating between sucking and lightly biting the tip of his cock. This dual action drove Cillian wild, his muscles quivering with excitement.

Without breaking eye contact, you added a third finger, stretching him open wider than ever before. He cried out, struggling not to lose control.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such intense pleasure. You were the only one who could bring him to these heights, and you knew it.

The sensation was beyond anything he had ever imagined, and you could see the desire in his eyes as he watched you work your magic on him. You increased the pace, your fingers thrusting in and out of him with more vigour. Cillian couldn't contain his moans anymore, the walls shook with them.

His hands clutched at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. You felt a surge of power, knowing you had complete control over him, driving him to heights of pleasure he hadn't known possible.

Your fingers danced in and out of him, striking his prostate just right, sending electric shocks throughout his body. Cillian's entire body was tense, his muscles trembled, and his cock pulsed in your mouth. With each thrust of your fingers, you could hear his moans grow louder and more desperate.

"Fuck, I am cumming. Fuck," Cillian cursed his body rigid with tension, his breath ragged.

The room was filled with the sound of your combined pleasures - your moans of enjoyment, Cillian's desperate cries of impending release. Your fingers were still buried deep within him, working him to new heights of ecstasy.

"Please, don't stop," he begged, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his arousal as, finally, he filled your mouth with his sweet essence.

You didn't let up, continuing to stimulate him until every last drop had been extracted. Cillian's head collapsed back onto the bed, his entire body shaking from the overwhelming release. You removed your fingers from him, gently stroking his thighs as he caught his breath.

The room was quiet for a few moments, the sounds of your breathing and heartbeats filling the silence. Cillian reached for you, pulling you close, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Fuck," he whispered before cursing again, his pulse rigid.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering, "This was insane. Thank you."

Your lips curved into a small smile as you traced your fingertips along his chest, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin. "You're welcome," you answered softly, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Cillian rolled onto his side, bringing you with him, your bodies nestled together. "You're incredible," he murmured into your ear, his arm tightening around your waist.

You gave him a tender smile, enjoying the moment.

As your fingers rested on his bare chest, you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest underneath your touch. Your gaze wandered downwards to observe the evidence of your passion, lingering there briefly before looking back into his eyes. His eyes bore a mixture of exhaustion and contentment as they met yours.

Slowly, Cillian broke the embrace, allowing space between your two bodies. You followed suit, appreciating the opportunity to explore your partner.

"Do you still want more?" you asked as, sensually, you nibbled his neck, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses down his chest.

"Always," he laughed weakly, his voice husky from your attentions. "But please let me take off this suit. It's fucking hot in here," Cillian begged you, frustrated as his clothes restricted his movements.

"Fine," you winked in response and, just as he struggled to remove his jacket, you marveled at how much this man truly wanted you and how different things would be if he wasn't famous.

But instead of dwelling too much on that thought, you decided to indulge his desires fully, letting your imagination run free.

You pulled away slightly, stood up and then got yourself a glass of water while Cillian too, got up from the bed in order to remove his expensive garments and carelessly discard them on the floor. 

"Better?" you asked, smiling as he stepped out of his now stained suit. His answer came in the form of him grabbing you roughly, and pressing you against the wall. His passion ignited by the nearness of you and your powerful seduction earlier.

"So much better," he responded with a playfully menacing glint in his eyes and you knew that, at least for now, he wanted to take charge and, indeed, you allowed him to do exactly that. 

"Good. Then, I want you to fuck me hard now," you demanded. "Fuck me like you own me, Cillian!" you begged him and he grinned devilishly, a gleam in his eyes showing his enthusiasm to oblige. 

"If this is what you want babe," he smirked, spinning you around forcefully in order to bend you over the sturdy study desk by your side. 

"Hmm," you hummed seductively as you positioned yourself perfectly, exposing your rounded bottom.

"Is this okay? Tell me if it's not," he requested gently, his fingers trailing lightly across your lower back.

"Yes, perfect," you assured him, leaning back slightly to allow him easier access.

There was nothing gentle about Cillian when he started. His fingers dipping into you, probing deeply, possessive.

His face reflected a mix of lust and urgency – an undeniable hunger in his eyes as he looked upon your exposed form.

"I need your cock, please," you soon began to beg, your hand reaching backward to stroke his rock-hard member.

The sight of you so eager made Cillian lose himself completely. 

Driven by sheer animal instinct, he positioned himself firmly behind you, his strong hands cupping your shoulders as he aligned his erect phallus with your ready entrance. 

In one swift motion, he plunged into you with force, making you cry out involuntarily due to the sudden impact. 

Despite the pain caused by his unexpected entry, you welcomed the

sharp burst of pleasure that followed, revelling in the knowledge that you belonged to this man entirely.

"You feel so good babe," Cillian praised, as he started moving inside you at a slow, measured pace.

Every push of his hips brought forth whimpers from you, accompanied by the occasional sharp intake of air.

Within minutes, your body found a delicate balance between pleasure and pain, your muscles contracting uncontrollably around his swollen shaft.

Cillian's thrusts became faster, harder, almost brutal as he lost himself in the throes of raw passion. Each movement was driven by a primal need to claim and mark you as his own.

Grasping your hips, he held you steady as he took possession of your body. Pushing deeper and harder, Cillian relished the sound of your moans growing increasingly desperate. Sweat poured down your temples, dripped onto your cheeks, and trickled down your back, leaving trails of dampness beneath your flesh.

"Oh god yes, fuck me harder!" you encouraged, digging your nails into desk, demanding more of his aggressive thrusts.

Cillian complied instantly, his penetration becoming even more forceful, each jab echoing around the apartment, reverberating through your shared connection.

Time seemed to stand still as your world narrowed down to just the two of you. All other concerns receded far into the background, replaced by this all-consuming eroticism.

As Cillian continued to move within you, you mirrored his fervor, meeting each thrust with a matching arch of your back. 

"I want your cum inside me," you breathed heavily, biting your lip as your own orgasm approached. You made sure that there was no doubt that Kit could hear you from her room as well and this spurred you on even more. This was revenge, pure and simple, a way to regain control after being disrespected and belittled in front of company.

"Fuck, I love you babe. I love cumming inside you. I am so fucking close" Cillian groaned as he pushed himself further into you, hitting the depth he desired.

He gritted his teeth, holding onto your hip as he tried to maintain composure.

Your climax hit you suddenly, causing your entire body to convulse violently, sending shock waves through your limbs. With your orgasm, you screamed out loud, amplified by the acoustics of the apartment. Every fiber of your being thrummed with the power of your release, as your walls clenched around Cillian, forcing him to cum as well and milking the very last drops of desire from his aching manhood.

Both of you remained locked in place for several seconds, recovering from the earthquake of euphoria, your hearts pounding wildly, your legs trembling, your minds racing. Finally, Cillian slowly released you from his grasp, carefully pulling out from your warm core, his face etched with satisfaction mixed with relief.

"You will be the death of me," he muttered, affectionately ruffling your hair as you both recovered from the intense experience.

Panting slightly, you smiled knowingly at him, satisfied with your domination and role reversal.

"Maybe..." you teased, pushing him towards the bathroom for another round.

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Question for older Critters: Were people this skeptical of long-game ships in previous campaigns?

I started watching campaign 2 during quarantine and didn’t really join the community till campaign 3 started. While Imodna and Dorym are probably the most popular ships of this campaign, they get backlash too. Mostly from people who think there’s no way that it could happen. Even when cast members allude to it both in and out of the game, people will either put their heads in the sand or say it seems forced.

Were fans like this about Fjord and Jester? Jester flirted with Fjord from the beginning and we didn’t know Fjord’s feelings till the end of the campaign. They talked about it on Talks Machina as well, but did people call it forced then?

Prior to recent events, I saw a lot of people saying they felt Laudna seemed uncomfortable with Imogen’s crush on her (ngl, I think they were projecting their own feelings about the ship on to Laudna). Did people say that about Fjord?

I’m sure all the major ships have their haters, and idk what Imodna haters are saying right now (I am quite literally on cloud nine and cannot hear them), but I can’t help but notice this particular brand of criticism directed at two queer ships.

It reminds me of Korrasami back when season 4 of the Legend of Korra aired. Obviously there was studio pushback to keep that relationship censored, but people still refused to read the subtext that was there. And here, we have bafta award winning actor Laura Bailey making subtle, intentional choices to make it clear she’s playing the long game, looking forlornly in the distance with every gay thought she has, as well as king of angst Liam O’Brien pining into a walkie talkie rock about once a month and people are just like “I love strong, same sex friendships”. I just really think if Imodna was a straight ship, way less people would have been skeptical about it.

And on the meta side of things, do people really not think the players talk about this stuff outside of the game? Like do they really think Marisha hadn’t long since given Laura the go ahead to attempt a romance? These are things that have to be communicated about as both players and actors. Making sure everyone is comfortable first is of the upmost importance, and these people are close friends and long time coworkers. They trust one another and are professionals at their craft. Idk, I just feel like this part never gets taken into account on either side.

Ok, I think I’m done ranting. These were just some thoughts and questions that’ve been brewing well before we had a huge sapphic win, I just needed to purge them from my system. Anyways, I fucking love this show, petty ship squabbles aside. Let me know what you guys think.

[ineffable-endearments]

Don't forget, you can vote once every day for Good Omens in the Tell-Tale TV Awards!

While I don't need it to win a poll or awards or anything else to know what an amazing show it is, it is lovely to have these little opportunities to tell the world how much it means to a lot of people. Plus, getting positive publicity can nudge new people toward watching the show (and ending up here on Tumblr with us, sobbing into a cup of hot cocoa).

Worth noting that there is a lot of fandom crossover in these awards, too. Our Flag Means Death, Doctor Who, What We Do in the Shadows, and Dead Boy Detectives each appear in other polls. ALSO, infuriatingly, David Tennant and Michael Sheen are competing in the same poll for one of the categories! @fuckyeahgoodomens suggested trying to get Michael Sheen to win, since David has been recognized for S2 by being nominated for a BAFTA, and I can get on board with that.

There are ads on the site, but it is not a site you need to sign up with or log into. Each poll is independent from the others, so you also don't have to vote in every single one - you can skip polls you don't have an opinion about. You don't have to enter your email. Sometimes there's a little quiz to verify that you're human. And that's it.

I'll schedule this to reblog once a day. Feel free to blacklist #awards to avoid seeing it.

[jtargaryen18]

I'm just wondering if you've gotten the chance to watch A Different Man yet, and if you did, what did you think?

I did finally rent A Different Man this weekend and watched it. I enjoyed it very much. It just amazes me how much range Sebastian Stan has as an actor that he could perfectly channel Edward, a man who has viewed his entire life through a lens of disadvantage. The subtle timidity of that character, the way he just accepted what life handed him, not stopping to think it didn't have to be that way. Of course the minute he found the courage to make a change, was the same minute the universe came to offer him happiness (no change required) and he literally shut himself out of it.

There were a lot of great messages here. The biggest one for me is that there are two different ways to live life with a disability. Adam Pearson's Oswald was an inspiration and the actor actually has the condition addressed in the movie. I loved the way he challenged everything about the disabled experience and his character wasn't merely a gimmick, he wasn't exploited in any way. Pearson stole the damn movie but I think that was intentional.

And Sebastian was so good at playing a morose character who let his condition keep him from even trying against Pearson's performance of a man who didn't let anything stop him from being happy or doing what he wanted. That tells me the message was very important to Sebastian and I'm proud of him for not only taking on the project and boosting it but supporting Pearson as he did. Also, my God, when he didn't know what was happening to his face/body and he was sobbing in bed. 😭😭😭

Now I'm all ready to dive into HOSR with Edward's character in my dark fic AU.

I'd also like to say that Seb is just one choice away from a movie that's going to get him Oscars, Baftas, everything. The choices he's made over the last five years have been a showcase of his incredible talent. It's coming. And we're going to be so glad to see it. 🖤💕🖤💕🖤💕🖤💕🖤💕🖤💕🖤

[oscarupsets]

The first horror movie to be nominated for Best Picture, noted by some critics as one of the most important or influential for the genre, is here this week as our upset!

The Sting brings Paul Newman and Robert Redford back together again for a kooky, 1930s themed crime comedy. Everything from the music to the title cards dates this film in a delightful way. The plot, by design, keeps you on your toes, as you try and follow every con and every player involved.

It's an easy and quintessential watch, the type you would find playing on TV and put on, even if it's already started.

Compared to The Sting, The Exorcist was a strong contrast in genre and experience. Shout out first to my employer for always trying to make the exorcism about them!

Production wise, I thought The Exorcist was quite astonishing for the times. This is probably due to the fact that it has the highest budget we've seen so far for an upset (passing up epic Doctor Zhivago), going over the original budget. Linda Blair, only 13 at the time of filming, did a fantastic job.

The script and pacing were a bit clunky. The main drama didn't start until almost an hour into the film, and the actual exorcism at the end seemed to drag a bit. I'm not against horror, I just don't watch a lot of it, but I still enjoyed this one.

The Sting took home 3 of the Big 5 at the 46th Academy Awards, with both films missing out on any wins for acting. The Exorcist's Linda Blair lost to Tatum O'Neal, who still holds the record for youngest person to win a competitive Oscar (she was 9 when she starred in Paper Moon, 10 when she won).

The Sting garnered few other nominations during the rest of the awards season. It lost its sole Golden Globe and the WGA for screenplay, but did win an "Eddie" from the American Cinema Editors and an award for directing.

The Exorcist garnered the only BAFTA nomination between the two - for sound.

Both appear on in the National Film Registry and the OFTA Hall of Fame. While absent from the AFI 100 Movies list, The Exorcist does rank #3 on the AFI 100 Thrills list! The Sting also won the first People's Choice Award!

Unofficial Review: These are two wildly different films with their own successes. I applaud the Academy for nominating its first horror film, but personally I preferred The Sting.